Fuxi's expression turned to reminiscence, and then he slowly began to speak:
"In ancient times, the path of cultivation was very prosperous in this world, and there were many cultivators."
"However, during the War of the Gods, the source of spiritual energy in this world was completely destroyed, and since then, spiritual energy has been gradually depleting."
"Many powerful beings either slowly die of old age or travel to other worlds to cultivate. Otherwise, even the creator god would not dare to be so arrogant and domineering on Earth!"
Chu Mo was puzzled: "If that's the case, didn't those powerful beings who left Earth before know about Earth's current situation? Why didn't they lend a helping hand?"
Fuxi shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"Those few who have the ability to intervene have basically severed their ties with the mortal world, and their hearts are only set on the Great Dao and immortality."
"Besides, their blood relatives had already migrated with them long ago, so what do the lives and deaths of ordinary mortals have to do with them?"
"Even if they were to talk about their homeland, they would only consider Kunlun Realm as their homeland. As for Earth, no one would care."
Fuxi's tone grew increasingly sorrowful and indignant as he spoke.
"Furthermore, the creator gods did not exterminate the earth's inhabitants; they merely replaced them periodically, which gives them even more reason not to interfere."
"Of course, the most important reason is that the Creator God is the absolute ruler of the Sumeru Realm, with terrifying strength and background, and no one is willing to provoke him!"
"Ancestor Fuxi, why did you have to get involved in this mess?" Chu Mo asked, his eyes filled with doubt.
"I am different from them! I am not from before the War of the Gods, but I was born and raised in this world!"
Fuxi's words were concise and to the point, without elaborating further, before returning to the main topic.
"The reason why the Creator cleans up regularly is because He is worried that many people like you and me will appear."
Chu Mo was not surprised by this answer; it was pretty much what he had guessed.
Although he still had many questions, he immediately realized that the old man's shadow had faded considerably when he saw that it was just a wisp of divine thought.
It is already remarkable that a wisp of divine consciousness has survived for over a million years. It certainly cannot be maintained for long after awakening, so he quickly suppressed his curiosity.
The old man didn't say anything else, but quickened his pace and continued:
"The Creator God's strength is on par with mine. If it weren't for the two Immortal Venerables under him joining forces with him to besiege me, I wouldn't have suffered such a miserable defeat and death."
"However, before I died, I transformed my primordial spirit into divine and demonic energy and set up a Heaven-Imprisoning Array, which even the Creator God would never dare to easily step into."
"It's a pity that when the formation was secretly set up, the Creator God discovered it and forcibly left a mouthful of innate essence blood in the formation."
"Therefore, every ten thousand years, he can create a crack in the great formation, which is the origin of the so-called 'one-time tribulation'."
"Before this, the Creator God's people could descend to Earth at any time."
Upon hearing this, Chu Mo was shocked, followed by deep respect and admiration.
It turns out that the so-called calamity was actually a chance for survival that the ancestor Fuxi bought for everyone at the cost of his life.
If things were really like they used to be, the Creator God's people could descend upon Earth at any time.
He simply couldn't imagine what that scene would be like!
I'm afraid all people on Earth will live like slaves.
As for cultivators like myself, they would definitely be ruthlessly eliminated.
Aren't the cleaners on Earth doing just that right now?
Fuxi's expression suddenly turned serious, and he gave the order:
"The spirit of the Chaos Golden Essence Cauldron is sleeping in the tomb. I will awaken it later, and then you will be able to completely control this cauldron."
"If you want to reach a level of strength comparable to the creator god before the disaster strikes, you must completely refine the primordial spirit I left behind in the Kunlun Realm."
"Then go to Kunlun Mountain, find the original source of the Great Dao that has been left over for ten thousand years, and make it your own."
"With the Chaos Golden Essence Cauldron, you have six or seven hundred years left."
"This period of time may seem long, but compared to the cultivation time of the Creator God, it is insignificant."
At this point, Fuxi finally couldn't help but sigh hesitantly, and solemnly said:
"Once my primordial spirit is completely refined, the Imprisoning Heaven Formation will disappear."
"If you cannot defeat the Creator God, then from now on, Earth will no longer be a barrier for him, and his descendants will have no chance to turn the tide."
"After all, even if you refine all of my primordial spirit, you still cannot surpass me from the beginning."
"Even if you add the Great Dao Origin accumulated over these ten thousand years, it's still the same."
"Have you thought it through?" Fuxi asked solemnly.
"I've made up my mind, I'm going to take this chance!"
Chu Mo answered without hesitation. Call it selfish or overconfident, it doesn't matter.
Let him just admit defeat and leave this so-called opportunity to future generations.
He can't do it!
Because doing so would mean that all his relatives and friends would perish completely in this catastrophe.
How could he accept this?
Moreover, he himself has good talent and opportunities; if he can't do it, then he's already done it.
Will anyone in later generations have had a greater chance than him?
Fuxi was not surprised at all by his answer.
Some might see this as selfishness, but he believes it is also a sign of confidence from a strong person.
If Chu Mo had shown even a little hesitation, he might not have been as steadfast in his support as he is now.
But at this moment, Chu Mo had truly been regarded as his successor.
It is also hope!
Fuxi's expression returned to calm, and he smiled reassuringly:
"Alright, although the Creator God is powerful, he is not invincible."
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